The Millionth Mile Songtext

von Scared of Chaka

I woke up at ten this mornin, the same clothes i had on stage.it must have been one million degees insde the buster stinking from a million mile tour. forgot where the guys slept last night, my hair smelled like smoke and beer. the nice lady on the street asked "are you a band... or just avoiding the impending hand of doom?" drop your hands and kicks those words away. what you're gonna do really matters... just not toady. dont obey what the fake ones all obey. does anyone really want a real one anyway?

(this is only the first verse, it was lifted from SOC's website, posted by santa, but it is correct)